All Chapters of THE PREGNANT SHE WOLF: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sharon’s POVThe morning sun streamed through my window, soft and golden, the kind of light that should have felt comforting. But my thoughts were anything but calm.I sat by the edge of my bed, my hands clasped tightly together as if trying to contain something that was spilling over inside me. My heart had been restless since that night. No matter how hard I tried to distract myself. reading, walking in the gardens, even helping the maids fold linens, my mind always returned to it.The kiss.Morris’s lips on mine.It had been unexpected, desperate, and breathtakingly tender all at once. The world had gone still in that moment, the air thick with something too heavy to name. My pulse had raced as if my body had recognized something my mind was still too afraid to understand.But just when the warmth between us had deepened, when I needed him the most, he had stopped.He had pulled away like I was something fragile, something forbidden. his breath ragged, his eyes dark with a kind of

Morris’s POVThe guards knelt before me with their heads bowed, trembling. Their eyes avoided mine, and they damn well should. They had failed her. They had failed me.“YOU HAD ONE JOB!” My voice cracked like thunder through the hall. The nearest guard flinched, his breathing ragged, his eyes glassy with terror. “One job! to protect her! She is pregnant!”None of them spoke. The silence only fanned the fire burning inside me. My hand twitched, my claws threatening to break through my skin. I wanted to tear something apart. Anything.“She trusted you,” I hissed. “I trusted you. And now she’s out there in the hands of some lunatics! She is scared, maybe hurt, maybe…” I couldn’t say the word. My voice died in my throat, strangled by rage and fear.The first punch landed before I even realized it. The guard nearest to me flew back, his body crashing into the wall. A guttural growl tore from my chest. I didn’t stop there. The next man fell to his knees, begging for mercy. I didn’t hear his

Sharon’s POVRage.That was all I felt when the name Aemond sank into my ears. It boiled inside me, hot and wild, cutting through the fear that had been holding me hostage since I woke up in this godforsaken place. I couldn’t believe it, it’s him. The man who had betrayed Morris, destroyed his life, and turned his heart to stone was standing right in front of me, breathing the same air I was.I don’t know why I felt as much rage as I did. One would think I was the one he betrayed.The fact that I am looking at the same man who made Morris who he is now cold, distant, broken.My heart pounded against my chest as I looked up at him. He seemed almost amused by my silence, his scar catching the glow of the moon like a cruel reminder of his past sins.“You,” I whispered, my voice trembling not from fear this time, but from fury. “You’re the monster who ruined him.”Aemond’s smirk faded slightly. “Oh?”“You heard me. You had no right to be bitter. You betrayed your own alpha, Aemond! You s

Morris’s POVThe letter lay before me on my desk, its edges crumpled from how tightly I had been gripping it. My hands trembled. not out of fear, but out of a fury so deep it burned through every vein in my body. The words on the parchment were written in a familiar, jagged scrawl that made my blood boil.“We have the girl. You have three days. Come alone and unarmed to the cliffs along the Blackwood forest. One wrong move and she dies. See you soon, brother.”At the bottom of the page was his signature. Aemond Blackfyre.The name alone was enough to make my jaw clench so hard I thought my teeth would shatter.That traitor. That murderer. The man who had taken so much from me had her.Every second she spends with him was putting her at great risk.My Sharon.I read the letter again, over and over, as though I could force the words to change. As though I could throw the threat away. But no matter how many times I traced the ink, it stayed the same.A knock on the door tore me from my

Sharon’s POVThe stream glimmered faintly beneath the rays of sunlight filtering through the thick canopy. It looked almost peaceful, like it belonged to another world, one untouched by violence or the problems of men.But there was a problem.“You can’t be serious,” I said, but he ignored me, casually shedding his clothes. I was about to decline the bath but the thought of spending another day with all this dirt on my skin made me shudder.“Don’t look,” I said the moment he stepped closer to the water.He gave a low chuckle. “I promised, didn’t I?”Still, I wasn’t convinced.We stripped down to our undergarments, each of us standing at opposite ends of the shallow stream, backs turned. The water was icy against my skin, but it was clean. the first clean thing I had touched in days. I cupped my hands and let the coolness soothe my neck and face.But my mind was not calm.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about Morris. His face, his touch, his voice, it all played in